The Vigilante Of Clockwork

I'm Sorry

No

These empty papers won't sing

Under the light of the desk lamp

Illuminating the words you intend to bring

To this travesty of a renegade

Where I don't even know what to put to music

While the rubber bands snap

And I can honestly say 

I've put tragedy in place of vigilante

You're interrogating the melody, taking truth from the play

Closed doors had set up

To drive you to a photo

A smile so innocent

But you see straight through the strings.

But I still won't speak.

By the end of today

You're going to just open those doors

But honestly?

By then there'll be note to you

One that gives this apology reason.

-Victoria xX